Numbers p. 1171
I flipped to the correct page in my grimoire, blinked, sat back in my chair, and blinked again.
The only number listed was a giant numeral three. So really, that part in the index should've read number, singular. On the bottom of the page, a small paragraph drifted over the page like a cloud of dust. When it eventually settled, I read:
Used in chaos spells. Explosive temper. Easy to anger. Frequently barges into the second book in a series. Will curse you if you even look at it wrong. Stay away. That means you, Victoria.
"What?" I screeched. My grimoire had never addressed me by name before. Ever.
With a loud pop, Studmuffin appeared on the kitchen table right in front of me. "What are you reading about?"
"Eep!" I jerked back, causing my chair to tip. My feet left the ground. My stomach bottomed out as I began to freefall backward.
This was it. Death by chair. No murder required.